Your little sister was putting on a little play tonight for the family so you'd been out getting a proper bouquet together for her. Wild roses, daisies, lavender...She'd love it. A proper little prize for a first time director.

You cradle them all in a pretty porcelain vase, walking barefoot across the soft lawn to the fountain through the sunny heat.

You hardly even notice Robbie, the gardener sitting by the fountain having a smoke. His eyes immediately softens upon seeing you and his already rosy cheeks tint a bit more pink.

He was a sweet boy...you and him were friends...sometimes. You were both so bold and stubborn sometimes you butted heads. And lately there's been this tension between you two. This force taking over you both...causing stolen glances, prolonged touches, giggles...you weren't exactly sure what was going on but you and Robbie kept finding yourselves around eachother.

As you lean over the fountain to fill up the vase he stands up quickly, wanting to help. "Oh! Let me...I can do it."